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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Cruel and beautiful

I cried again today,
and I did not die.
I even know why
it is I cried today.
Because the truth
so cruel and beautiful,
bled upon my sorrow,
so to stir and flush
long welled up tears
into the endless river
and forever out to sea.

(2013)

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Between the lines

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Not a poem

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
All i ever wanted

That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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Technicolor sky

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
No way out but in

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
It is me

It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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Psalm to sing

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
The storm

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Broken comfort

I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
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A child’s prayer

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
The nameless ones

I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
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That was that

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Nemesis

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Let me out of here!

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Gone

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?



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